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Here bids the youthful traveller's care forego A tyrant race, who own'd no country'), came, The arts of elegance and polish'd show;

Deep to intrench themselves their only aim ; Bids other arts his nobler thoughts engage, With lust of rapine fever'd and athirst, And wake to highest aim his patriot rage;

With the unballow'd rage of gain accurs'd; Those arts which rais'd that race of men, who shone Against each spring of action, on the breast, The heroes of their age on Lisboa's throne.

For wisest ends, by Nature's hand impressid, What mighty deeds in filial order flow'd,

Stern war they wag'd; and blindly ween'd, alone While each still brighter than its parent glow'd, On brutal dread, to fix their cruel throne Till Henry's naval school its heroes pour'd

The wise and good, with indignation fir'd, From pole to pole where'er ocean roar'd!

Silent from their unballow'd board retir'd; Columbus, Gama, and Magellan's name,

The base and cunning stay'd, and, slaves arow'd, Its deathless boast; and all of later fame

Submiss to ev'ry insult smiling bow'd. Its offspring-kindling o'er the view, the Muse Yet while they smild and bow'd the abject head, The naval pride of those bright days reviews; In chains unfelt their tyrant lords they led; Sees Gama's sails, that first to India bore,

Their avarice, watching as a bird of prey, In awful hope, evanish from the shore;

(’er every weakness, o'er each vice held sway; Şees from the silken regions of the morn

Till secret art assum'd the thwarting face, What fleets of gay triumphant vanes return! And dictate bold; and ruin and disgrace What heroes, plum'd with conquest, proudly bring Clos'd the unworthy scene. Now trampled low The eastern sceptres to the Lusian king!

Beneath the injur'd native, and the foe When sudden, rising on the evening gale,

From Belgia lur'd by India's costly prey, Methinks I hear the ocean's murmurs wail, Thy glorious structure, Gama, prostrate lay; And every breeze repeat the woeful tale,

And lies in desolated awful gloom,
How bow'd, how fel! proud Lisboa's naval throne- Dread and instructive as a ruin'd tomb.
Ah Heaven, how cold the boding thoughts rush on! Nor less on Tago's than on India's coast
Methinks I hear the shades that hover round Was ancient Lusian virtue stain'd and lost :
Of English heroes beave the sigh profound, On Tago's banks, heroic ardour's foes,
Prophetic of the kindred fate that lowers

A soft, luxurious, tinsel'd race, arose;
O'er Albion's fleets and London's proudest towers. Of lofty boastful look and pompons show,

Broad was the firm-basd structure, and sublime, Triumphant tyrants o'er the weak and low: That Gama fondly rear'd on India's clime:

Yet wildly starting from the gaming board On justice and benevolence he plac'd

At ev'ry distant brandish of the sword; Its pond'rous weight, and warlike trophies grac'd Already conquer'd by uncertain dread, Its mountain turrets; and o'er Asia wide

Imploring peace with feeble hands out-spread ;Great Albuquerk " renown'd, its gen'rous pride. Such peace as trembling suppliants still obtain, The injur'd native sought its friendly shade, Such peace they found beneath the yoke of Spain; And India's princes bless'd its powerful aid; And the wide empires of the east no more Till from corrupted passion's basest hour

Pour'd their redundant borns on Lisboa's shore. Rose the dread demon of tyrannic power.

Alas, my friend, how vain the fairest boast Sampayo's heart, where dauntless valour reign'd, Of human pride! how soon is empire lost! And counsel deep, she seiz'd and foul profan'd. The pile by ages rear'd to awe the world, Then the straight road where sacred justice leads, By one degenerate race to ruin hurl'd! Where for its plighted compact honour bleeds, And shall the Briton view that downward race Was left, and holy patriot zeal gave place

With eye unmov'd, and no sad likeness trace! To lust of gold and self-devotion base :

Ah, Heaven! in ev'ry scene, by mem'ry brought, Deceitful art the chief's sole guide became, My fading country rushes on my thought. And breach of faith was wisdom; slaughter, fame. From Li boa now the frequent vesper bell Yet though from far his hawk-eye mark'd its prey, Vibrates o'er Tago's stream with solemn knell. Soon through the rocks that crossed his crooked way, Turn'd by the call my pensive eye surveys As a toild bull fiercely he stumbled on,

That mighty scene of hist'ry's shame and praise. Till low he lay, dishonour'd and o'erthrown. Methinks I hear the yells of horrour rise Others, without bis valour or his art,

From slaughter'd thousands shrieking 's to the skies, With all his interested rage of heart, Follow'd, as blighting mists on Gama's toil, And underinin'd and rent the mighty pile;

12 Before the total declension of the Portuguse Convulsions dread its deep foundations tore; in Asia, and while they were subject to Spain, the Its beuding head the scath of lightning bore : principal people, says the historian Faria, who Its fallen turrets desolation spread;

were mostly a mixed race born in India, lost all And from its faithless shade in horrour fled

affection for the mother country, nor had any reThe native tribes-yet not at once subdued ; gard for any of the provinces, where they were Its pristine strength long stormson storins withstood: only sons of strangers: and present emolument A Nunio's justice, and a Castro's sword,

became their sole object. Oft rais'd its turrets, and its dread restor'd.

13 Besides the total slaughter of the Moors at the Yet, like the sunshine of a winter's day

taking of Lisbon, other massacres bave bathed the On Norway's coast, soon died the transient ray. streets of that city in blood. King Fernando, sur

named the Careless, was driven from Lisbon by a

bloody insurrection, headed by one Velasquez, a 11 Albuquerk, Sampayo, Nunio, Castro, are dis- tailor. Some time after, on the death of Fernan. tinguished characters in the Lusiad, and in the do, Adeyro, the queen's favourite, was stabbed in history of Portuguese Asia.

her presence, the bishop of Lisbon was thrownfrom

As factious rage or blinded zeal of yore [gore. Whose yet unfinished grandeur proudly boasts
Rolld their dire chariot wheels through streams of The fairest bope of either India's coasts,
Now throbs of other glow my soul employ;

And bids the Muse's eye in visiop roam
I hear the triumph of a nation's joy 14,

Through mighty scenes in ages long to come. From bondage rescu'd and the foreign sword, Forgive, fair Thames, the song of truth, that pays And independence and the throne restor'd ! To Tago's empress-stream superior praise ;

Hark, what low sound from Cintra's rock! the air O’er every vauntful river be it thine Trembles with horror; fainting lightnings glare; To boast the guardian shield of laws divine; Shrill crows the cock, the dogs give dismal yell; But yield to Tagus all the sov'reign state And with the whirlwind's roar full comes the swell; By Nature's gift bestow'd and partial fate, Convulsive staggers rock th' eternal ground, The sea-like port and central sway to pour And heave the Tagus from his bd profound; Her feets, by happiest course, on ev'ry shore. A dark red cloud the towers of Lisboa veils;

When from the sleep of ages dark and dread, Ah Heaven, what dreadful groan ! the rising gales | Thy genius, Commerce, rear'd ber infant head, Bring light; and Lisboa smoking in the dust Her cradle bland on Tago's lap she chose, Lies fall’n. - The wide-spread ruins, still august, And soon to wond'ring childhood sprightly rose ; Still show the footsteps where the dreadful God And when to green and youthful vigour grown, Of earthquake, cloth'd in howling darkness, trod; On Tago's breast she fix'd her central i hrone; Where mid foul weeds the heaps of marble tell Par from the hurricane's resistless sweep From what proud height the spacious temples fell; That tears with thund'ring rage the Carib deep; And penury and sloth of squalid mien

Far from the foul-wing'd winter that deforms Beneath the roofless palace walls us are seen Aud rolls the northern main with storins on storms; In savage hovels, where the tapst'ried floor Beneath salubrious skies, to summer gales Was trod by nobles and by kings before:

She gives the vent'rous and returning sails : How like, alas! her Indian empire's state! The smiling isles, named Fortunate of old, How like the ci'y's and the nation's fate!

First on her Ocean's bosom fair unfold :
Yet time points forward to a brighter day; Thy world, Columbus, spreads ils various breast,
Points to the domes that stretch their fair array

Proud to be first by Lisboa's waves caress'd;
Through the brown ruins, lifting to the sky And Afric woos and leads her easy way
A loftier brow and mjen of promise high;

To the fair regions of the rising day.
Points to the river-shore, where wide and grand If Turkey's drugs invite or silken pride,
The courts of commerce and her walks expand, Thy straits, Alcides, give the ready t de;
As an imperial palace 16 to retain

And turn the prow, and soon each shore expands The universal queen, and fix her reign;

From Gallia's coast to Europe's northern lands. Where pleas'd she hears the groaning oar resound; When Heav'n decreed low to the dost to bring By magazines and ars'nals mounded round, That lofty oak'?, Assyria's boastful king,

Deep, said the angel-voice, the roots secure

With bands of brass, and let the life endure, the tower of his own cathedral, and the massacre For yet his head shall rise. —And deep remain of all the queen's adherents became general; and The living roots of Lisboa's ancient reign; many were murdered under that preteuce, by those Deep in the castled isles on Asia's strand, who had an enmity against them. In 1505 be And firm in fair Brazilia's wealthy land. tween two and three thousand Jews were massacred And say, while ages roll their length’ning train, in Lisbon in the space of three days, and many Shall Nature's gifts to Tagus still prove vain, Christians were also murdered by their private ene

An idle waste!-A dawn of brightest ray mies under a similar pretence that they were of the Has boldly promis'd the returning day Hebrew race. Thousands flocked in from the Of Lisboa's honours, fairer than her prime country to assist in their destruction, and the crews Lost hy a rude unletter'd age's crimeof some French and Dutch ships then in the river, Now Heaven-taught science and her liberal band says Osorions, were particularly active in murder of arts, and dictates by experience plann’d, ing and plundering.

Beneath the smiles of a benignant queen 14 When the Spanish yoke was thrown off, and Boast the fair opening of a re gn serene 8, the duke of Braganza ascended the throne under Of omen high.--- And Camoens' ghost no more the title of John IV. This is one of the most re Wails the neglected Muse on Tago's shore; markable events in history, and does the Portu- No more his tears the barb’rous age upbraid '9: guese nation infinite honour.

His griefs and wrongs all sooth’d, bis happy shade 15 This description is literally just. Whole families, of all ages, are every where seen among the ruins, the only covering of their habitations be ng 17 See Daniel, c. iv. ragged fragments of sail cloth; and their common 18 Alludes to the establishment of the Royal bed dirty straw. The magnificent and extensive Academy of Lisbon in May 1780, under the presiruins of the palace of Braganza contain several dency of the most illustrious prince don John of hundreds of these idle people, much more wretched Braganza, duke of Lafoens, &c. &c. &c. The auin their appearance than the gipsies of England. thor was present at the ceremony of its commence

16 The Praza de Commercio, or Forum of Comment, and had the honour to be admitted a nemmerce, is one of the largest and most magnificent ber. squares in Europe. Three sides consist of the Ex 19 Camoens, the first poet of Portugal, published change and the public offices; the fourth is formed his Lusiad at a time of the deepest declension of by the Tagus, which is here edged by an extensive public virtue, when the Portuguese empire in India and noble wharf, built of coarse marble.

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Beheld th’ Ulysses 20 of his age retum

Say, which the plant of modest dye, To Tago's banks; and earnest to adorn

And lovely mien combin'd,
The heru's brows, he weaves the Elysian crown, That fittest to the pensive eye
What time the letter'd chiefs of old renown,

Displays the virtuous mind ?
And patriot heroes, in the Elysian bowers
Shall hail Braganza! Of the fairest flowers I sought the groves where innocence
Of Helicon, entwin'd with laurel leaves

Methought might long reside;
From Maxen field, the deathless wreath he weaves; But April's blossoms banish'd thence,
Anxious alone, nor be his vows in vain,

Gave summer, Flora's pride. That long his toil unfinish'd may remain !

The view how grateful to the liberal mind, I sought the garden's boasted haunt, Whose glow of heart embraces human kind,

But on the gay parterre:
To see a nation rise! But ah, my friend,

Carnations glow, and tulips flaunt,
How dire the pangs to mark our own descend ! No humble flow'ret there.
With ample pow'rs from ruin still to save,
Yet as a vessel on the furious wave,

“ The flow'r you seek,” the nymph replies,
Through sunken rocks and rav'vous whirlpools tost, “ Has bow'd the languid head ;
Each pow'r to save in counter-action lost,

For on its bloom the blazing skies
Where, whilecombining storms the decks o'erwhelm, Their sultry rage have shed.
Timidity slow faulters at the helm,
The crew, iu mutiny, from ev'ry mast

'T is now the downward withering day Tearing its strength, and yielding to the blast;

Of winter's dull presage, By faction's stern and gloomy lust of change,

That seeks not where the dog-star's ray
And selfish rage inspir'd and dark revenge-

Has shed his fiercest rage.
Nor ween, my friend, that favouring fate forebodes
That Albion's state, the toil of demi-gods,

Yet search yon shade, obscure, forlorn,
From ancient manners pure, through ages long,

Where rude the bramble grows; Aud from unnumber'd friendly aspects sprung,

There, shaded by the humble thorn,
When poison'd at the heart its soul expires,

The lingering primrose blows.”
Shall e'er again resume its gen'rous fires:
No future day may such fair frame restore :
When Albion falls, she falls to rise no more!







TION, WHEN AGE AND NECESSITY COMPELLED HIM TU Say, gentle lady of the bower,

For thou, though young, art wise,
And known to thee is ev'ry flower

Ofr as at pensive ere I pass the brook
Beneath our milder skies:

Where Lisboa's Maro, old and suppliant, stood,

Fancy his injur'd eld and sorrows rude totally neglected, and all was luxury and imbe- Brought to my view, ”T was night: with cheercility at home. At the end of books v. and vii.

less look of his Lusiad, he severely upbraids the nobility for Methought he bow'd the head in languid mood, their barbarous ignorance. He died neglected in As pale with penury in darkling nook a workhouse, a few months before his country fell Forlorn he watch'd. Sudden the skies partook under the yoke of Philip II. of Spain, whose policy A mantling blaze, and warlike forms intrude. in Portugal was of the same kind with that which Here Gama's semblance braves the boiling main, he exercised in the Netherlands, endeavouring to And Lusitania's warriors hurl the spear ; secure submission by severity, with the view of re But whence that flood of light that bids them rear ducing them beneath the possibility of a success Their lofty brows? From thy neglected strain, ful revolt.

Camoens, uuseen by vulgar eye it flows; [oves. 20 This title is given by the Portuguese historians That glorious blaze, to thee, thy thankless country to don John, one of the younger sons of John l. of Portugal, who had visited every court of Europe. The same title is no less due to the present illustrious descendant of his family, the duke of Lafoens. His grace, who has within these few years

STANZAS ON MR. GARRICK. returned to his native country, was about twentytwo years absent from it. During the late war, he Fair was the graceful form Prometheus made, was a volunteer in the army of the empress queen,

Its front the image of the god display'd: in which he served as lieutenant-general, and par

All Heav'n approv'd it ere Minerva stole ticularly distinguished himself at the battle of The fire of Jove, and kindled up the soul. Maxen, where the Prussians were defeated. After the peace, he not only visited every court of Eu to Lapland. His grace is no less distinguished by rope, most of whose languages he speaks fuently, his taste for the belles lettres, than for his extenbut also travelled to Turkey and Egypt, and even sive knowledge of history and science.

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So Shakspeare's page, the flow'r of poesy,

If therefore the delineation of the character of Ere Garrick rose, had charms for ev'ry eye: the man of birth, who, with every advantage of 'T was Nature's genuine image wild and grand, natural abilities and amiable disposition, is at once The strong mark'd picture of a master's hand. lost to the public and himself; if this character

has its beginning, middle, and end, the poem has But when his Garrick, Nature's Pallas, came, all the unity that propriety requires : how far such The bard's bold painting burst into a flame :

unity is attained, may perhaps be seen at one Each part new force and vital warmth receivid, view in the following argument: As touch'd by Heav'n-and all the picture liv'd. After an invocation to the genius of Spenser, and

proposition of the subject, the knight's first attachment to his concubine, his levity, love of pleasure,

and dissipation, with the influence over him which SYR MARTYN:

on this she assumes, are parts which undoubtedly

constitute a just beginning. A POEM, IN THE MANNER OF SPENSER.

The effects of this infuence, exemplified in the different parts of a gentleman's relative character -in his domestic elegance of park, gardens, and

house-in his unhappiness as a lover, a parent, and ADVERTISEMENT.

a man of letters-behaviour as a master to his teTuis attempt in the manner of Spenser was first nants, as a friend, and a brother-and in his feelpublish in 1767, since which time it has passed ings in his hours of retirement as a man of birth, through some editions under the title of The Con- and a patriot, naturally complete the middle, to cubine; a title which, it must be confessed, con which an allegorical catastrophe furnishes the proveyed a very improper idea both of the subject per and regular end. and spirit of the poem. It is now more properly Some reasons, perhaps, may be expected for entitled Syr Martyn, and the author is happy to having adopted the manner of Spenser. To profind that the public approbation of the work has pose a general use of it were indeed highly absurd; given him an opportunity to alter its name so yet it may be presumed there are some subjects much to advantage.

on which it may be used with advantage. But not The first publication was not accompanied with to enter upon any formal defence, the author will any prefatory address, by wbich either the inten- only say, that the fulness and wantonness of detion of the writer might be explained, or the can- scription, the quaint simplicity, and above all, the dour of the reader solicited. To solicit candour ludicrous, of which the antique phraseology and for the poetical execution he still declines, for manner of Spenser are so bappily and pecularly taste is not to be bribed ; but perhaps justice to susceptible, inclined him to esteem it not solely as himself may require some explanation of bis de the best, but the only mode of composition adapted sign, and some apology for his use of the manner to his subject. of Spenser.

It is an established maxim in criticism, that an interesting moral is essential to a good poem. The

CANTO I. character of the man of fortune is of the utmost

The mirthful bowres and flowry dales importance both in the political and moral world:

Of pleasures faerie land, to throw, therefore, a just ridicule on the pursuits

Where virtues budds are blighted as and pleasures which often prove fatal to the im

By foul enchanters wand. portant virtues of the gentleinan, inust afford an interesting moral, but it is the management of the Awake, ye west windes, through the lonely dale, writer which alone must render it striking. Yet And, fancy, to thy faerie bowre betake! however he may have failed in attaining this, the

Even now, with balmie freshnesse, breathes the gale, author may decently assert, that to paint false Dimpling with downy wing the stilly lake; pleasure as it is, ridiculous and contemptible, alike Through the pale willows faultering whispers wake, destructive to virtue and to happiness, was, at

And evening comes with locks bedropt with dew; least, the purpose of his poem.

On Desmonds, mouldering turrets slowly shake It is also an established maxim in criticism, that The trembling rie-grass and the hare-bell blue, the subject of a poem should be one ; that every And ever and anon faire Mullas plaints renew. part should contribute to the completion of one design, which, properly pursued, will naturally for that namelesse powre to strike mine eare, diffuse itself into a regular beginning, middle, and end. Yet in attaining this unity of the whole, the Melodious Mulla! when, full oft whyleare,

That powre of charme thy naiads once possest, necessary regularity must still be poetical, for the spirit of poetry cannot exist under the shackles of Thy gliding murmurs soothd the gentle brest

Of haplesse Spenser; long with woes opprest, logical or mathematical arrangement. Or, to use the words of a very eminent critic, “ As there Till in thy shades, no more with cares distrest,

Long with the drowsie patrons smyles decoyd, must needs be a connection, so that connection will best answer its end; and the purpose of the writer, The sabbath of his life the milde good man enjoyd:

No more with painful anxious hopes accloyd, which, whilst it leads by a sure train of thinking to the conclusion in view, conceals itself all the while, and leaves to the reader the satisfaction of supply i The castle of the earl of Desmond, on the ing the intermediate links, and joining together, banks of the river Mulla in Ireland, was sometime in bis own mind, what is left in a seeming posture the residence of Spenser, the place where he wrote of neglect and inconnection."

the greatest part of the Faerie Queene.

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Enjoyd each wish; while rapt in visions blest “ Well worthy views," quoth I, “rise all around,
The Muses wooed him, when each evening grey But certes, lever would I see and hear,
Luxurious fancy, from her wardrobe drest,

How, oft, the gentle plant of generous ground
Brought forth her faerie knights in sheen array And fairest bloom no ripend fruit will bear:
By forrest edge or welling fount, where lay, Oft have I shed, perdie, the bitter tear
Farre from the crowd, the carelesse bard supine: To see the shoots of vertue shrink and dy,
Oh, happy man ! how innocent and gay,

Untimely blasted in the soft greene eare:, How mildly peacefull past these houres of thine! What evil blight thus works such villany, (try." Ah! could a sigh avail, such sweete calme peace To tell, O reverend seer, thy prompt enchantment were mine!

“ Ah me! how little doe unthinking youth Yet oft, as pensive through these lawns I stray, Foresee the sorrowes of their elder age ! Unbidden transports through my bosome swell;

Full oft," quoth he, “my bosom melts with ruth With pleasing reverence awd mine eyes survey To note the follies of their early stage, The hallowed shades where Spenser s rung his shell, Where dissipations cup full deepe they pledge; The brooke still murmurs throngh the bushy dell,

Ne can the wizards saws disperse to flight Still through the woodlands wild and beauteous rise

The ills that soon will warre against them wage, The hills green tops; still from her moss-white cell

Ne may the spells that lay the church-yarde sprgbt, Complayping echoe to the stockdove sighs,

From pleasures servile bands release the luckless And fancy, wandering here, still feels new extacies.

wight. Then come, ye Genii of the place! O come,

This truth to tell, see yonder lawnskepe rise, Ye wilde-wood Muses of the native lay!

An ample field of British clime I ween, Ye who these bancks did whilom constant roam,

A field which never by poetick eyes [scene And round your Spenser ever gladsome play!

Was viewd from hence. Thus, though the rural Oh, come once more! and with your magick ray

Has by a thousand artists pencild beene, These lawns transforming, raise the mystick scene

Some other may, from other point explore, The lawns already own your vertual sway,

A view full different, yet as faire beseene: Proud citys rise, with seas and wildes atweene;

So shall these lawns present one lawnskepe more; In one enchanted view the various walks of men.

For certes where we stand stood never wight before. Towrd to the sky, with cliff on cliff ypild, Fronting the Sunne, a rock fantastic rose ;

“ In yonder dale does wonne a gentle knightFrom every rift the pink and primrose smild,

Fleet as he spake still rose the imagerie And redd with blossoms hung the wildings boughs; Of all he told depeinten to the sight; On middle cliff each flowry shrub that blows

It was, I weet, a godlie baronie : On Mayes sweete morne a fragrant grove displayd, Beneath a greene-clad hill, right faire to see, Beauteous and wilde as ever druid chose;

The castle in the sunny vale ystood; From whence a reverend wizard through the shade all round the east grew many a sheltering tree, Advaunst to meet my steps ; for here me seemd I And on the west a dimpling silver flood (wood. strayd.

Ran through the gardins trim, then crept into the White as the snow-drop round his temples flowd “ How sweetly here," quoth he,” might one employ A few thin hairs; bright in his eagle eye, (glowd ; And fill with worthy deed the fleeting houres ! Meint with Heavens lightning, social mildnesse What pleasaunce mote a learned wight enjoy Yet when him list queynt was his leer and slie, Emong the hills and vales and shady bowres, Yet wondrous distant from malignitie;

To mark how buxom Ceres round himn poures For still his smyle did forcibly disclose

The hoary-headed wheat, the freckled corne, The soul of worth and warm hart-honestie: The bearded barlie, and the hopp that towres Such winning grace as age but rare bestows (rose. So high, and with his bloom salews the morne, Dwelton his cheeksand lips, though like thewithering And with the orchard vies the lawnskepe to adorn. Of skyen blue a mantling robe he wore,

“ The fragrant orchard, where her golden store A purple girdle loosely tyd bis waist

Pomona lashes on everie tree, Enwove with many a flowre from many a shore, The velvet-coated peach, the plumb so hore, And half conceald and half reveald his vest, The nectrines redd, and pippins sheene to see, His vest of silk, the faerie queenes bequest

That nod in everie gale with wanton glee: What time she wooed him ere his head was grey; How happy here with Woodstocks laughing swain A lawrell bough he held, and now addrest And Avons bard of peerlesse memorie To speech, he points it to the mazy way

To saunter through the dasie-whitened plain, (train. That wide and farre around in wildest prospect lay. When fancys sweetest impe Dan Spenser joins the “ Younkling," quoth he, “lo, where at thy desire “Ne to syr Martyn hight were these unknown; The wilderness of life extensive lies;

Oft by the brooke bis infant steps they led, The path of blustering fame and warlike ire, And oft the fays, with many a warbling tone Of scowling powre and lean-boned covetise, And laughing shape, stood round his morning bed: Of thoughtlesse mirth and follys giddy joys; Such happiness bloomd fair around his head. And whither all those paths illusive end,

Yet though his mind was formd each joy to taste, All these at my command didactick rise,

From him, alas ! dear homefelt joyaunce filed, And shift obedient as mine arm I bend."

Vain meteors still his cheated arms embraced ; He said, and to the field did straight his arm extend. Where all seemd flowrie gay, he found a drery waste.

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